"He envied me that I was a sculptor, that I maniais the asses of clients, vaginas do you want here ... He saw me as touching the sick! Both hands!"

Louis-Ferdinand Celine said Destouches (1894-1961) "Feerie for another time, the first volume"

We have No time Having the curiosity Because there is wage labor Because there has alienated labor We do not have time To others, our interest Because there are children in care We have No time Take time And we do not listen And we do not speak Never sincerely Never really And the integrated spectacle Is to hypnotize us As the black hole Who is the day and evening Nothing goes Nothing comes Heck, deuce The gravitational lure is not dead! Who was born on 11 rail bridge A courbevoie? that is the question Never asked to champion issues for The real youth is in the head Its appearance is in the body Laughter is always, all spells Despite the infamous hacks All Orthodox Marxism, leftism, other filth! Always ready to slander Always ready to defame As toddynho All idiots True pellagra mental In abysmal emptiness And sometimes heterodox As calamitous as religious Not even a paradox Their idols and their gods But really, Lanlaire! We do not breathe the same air Dogma We always knocks Dogma We stupefies and purrs The dogma has its pretense According to this According to this A skirt, well put Dogma Is a squint Dogma Is pâmerie Stupefies us Dogma Is a slough Who destroyed the whole brain As usual, the artistic bourgeoisie Do not like the couple It is not flexible enough Disputes, conflicts, hatreds, his life on the magnifying glass And then, we must share And not even assured sexuality And again, a dogma Who Degomme, torque, a former dogma! Because no matter Couple, not a couple, other, if life is not dead! The church Marxist The church fascist The church Stalinist The church leftist And even the church anarchist All born of capitalist ideology Polope, polope, polope I must say stop! But We do not have time Our dogmas, meditate Thus, a parchment entitles To a man, because it is the law See, touch, all female intimacies Because it is a doctor Because it is a Mandarin But it is to treat And it is a sacred act Nobody said anything Before the perfect alibi Key to pee And finally, it is so For all things in life Who thinks, no jalmincerie Because the consciousness of isolation Is the isolation of consciousness Thus, the critical toddynho is so unfair In his insult moved I have, notwithstanding, thank Making me rejoice! Then, stupidity is something With it, there is less gloomy! French cinema sometimes pays its stars Two million euros per film, it is not uncommon Do not shock the populace To which this does not grimace But the employee Which is barely paid And just eat If it is to be unemployed The good people is shocked! Because the work of ideology Is the ideology of work Like any sect or church In his holy and saints A martyrs and martyrs, rituals Whether secular or religious This is the same conformity, the same link As dogma Is a sect or church A well put the skirt Dogma Is a scam Sometimes psychological, sometimes monetary We record life in the air!